Post by ashaw on Jul 7, 2006 18:14:01 GMT -5
I've been working on this story as a part two to another story I’m writing.
The story deals with 3 NBA players’ wives that run an underground chat line they set up to get information about cheating NBA players.
I’m having trouble writing the first chapter. Can you guys be honest and tell me if you were to purchase this book, would you want to finish it in one day just by reading the first chapter.
Try to ignore the grammatical errors, the editor will handle that :lol
“How soon will you need this info?” I asked the caller on the other end of my phone.
“By March 31st, we are planning to get married that day.”
Ok Janelle I will dig around a see what I can find, you can send your payment to me via U.S mail.
That was Janelle Thomas, fiancé of NBA player Marcel Taylor. She decided to goggle her mans name on the Internet and came up with some bullshiit about him fathering 3 kids in his hometown of Detroit Michigan. She called me to get conformation. I’ll get back to her and her situation later; Let me tell y’all a little about me. I along with 2 other NBA wives run a non-profit organization called the first 3 seasons. The organization helps the NBA wives and girlfriends cope with the first couple of years in the NBA. We are supposed to school them on dealing with trades and lack of playing time. We focus on those two issues because it’s a known fact they can result in a frustrated lover, which leads to arguments and petty bickering. We try to explain to the wives and girlfriends that
Those first 3 years in the league are stressful. We tell them that sometimes it is best to just be open ears, sit back and let him vent out all of his frustrations.
We also
School them on how to deal with uprooting their family when their man is traded to a team in another state.
Really All of this is just a front for what our organization is really about. Me and 2 other wives run an underground hotline that we call
“Groupie alert”
Our main focus is giving women the information they need to caught their cheating
Spouse. We never give the hotline number to rookie or sophomore wives. We know for a fact they will try to blow our cover, those first couple of years those trickes be living on cloud nine, you can’t tell them shiit about their man, their only concern is what new shiit saks has coming in. usually around the forth year the trickes finally wake up and realize their men are up to no good. They start thinking
hmmmm, why is my man not home from a road trip that ended 3 days ago? Or why is my husband always going out of town on business trips? He don’t even get playing time what kind of league business is this ignant taking care of? This one is my favorite “why is this trick in the picture with my man?” It’s my job to find out all the dirt I can. I can get all the scoop you want, for a small fee. I guess you guys are saying I know her husband can’t be cheating, if she got access to all this information. That’s a lie. My man is the biggest hoe in the NBA. The f**ked up thing about it is he isn’t even discreet with his shiit. He leaves it all out in the open. We met in high school. Even though he had news camera following him, was pushing a brand new whip and stayed fly in designer shiit, I still wasn’t interested. He had trickes throwing thingy at him like his teammates throw alley hoops. Grown ass women would pop up at the games rooting for his ass. During our senior year he approached me. I could never forget that day. Everyone was hanging in the quad during our lunch break at Castle Mont high school in Oakland California;
I was sitting at a table eating my lunch by myself. Ricky came in took a seat next to me.
“What’s up? Why you sitting over here looking like you just lost your best friend?” asked Ricky
“I’m moved over here by myself because those fools were getting too loud”.
“Yeah I feel you, but now that I have you alone I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the prom with me”?
I was shocked that he asked I wasn’t the type of girl that the school jocks were into. I was more of a tomboy and a bookworm. Plus I wasn’t giving it up, I was a virgin and everyone knew it.
“I thought you were going to the prom with that singer girl Misty?”
“naw my advisors wanted me to go with her, but I’m trying to take you”.
I decided to go to the prom with Ricky since no one else expressed interest in taking me. I ended up losing my virginity that night and we was inseparable from that day on. After we graduated from high school Ricky ended up going to the university of Maryland. I went to Stanford. ever since I was little I dreamed of attending Stanford just like my parents. After my first year I was missing Ricky like crazy so he convinced me to transfer to Maryland. My parents were highly upset with my decision. After I insured them that I knew what I was doing and would continue with my college education, they backed off and let me make my own decision. They continued to take care of me and pay for my education. Everything was going great with Ricky, my family and I, until Ricky decided to enter the NBA draft after his second year of college. Draft day I sat at home with him in our two-bed room apartment surrounded by his friends and family waiting for his name to be called. I was silently praying he wouldn’t get drafted so he could return back to school since he didn’t sign to an agent yet. I realized that I was being selfish so hoped that he would get drafted to the nets, 76ers, wizards or knicks, so he would still be relatively close to me. After hours of waiting, our phone rung. Ricky rushed to answer it. The call was from the Atlanta Hawks. They explained that they were interesting in drafting him as a first string point guard. This was a shock to all of us. None of the other teams Ricky visted ever expressed interest in Ricky possibly being a starter. There was no doubt in my mind he was going to jump on that deal. And he did. Ricky his mother and father and I took a redeye flight from Maryland to Atlanta Georgia so that he could make the deal official. We arrived in Atlanta 9:00 pm, Ricky had a meeting with the team at their facility at 7:00am the next morning. We lounged around our motel room all night because Ricky was having trouble sleeping. He was so excited; me on the other hand wasn’t excited at all. I knew I was going to be faced with the dilemma of dropping out of school or moving to the atl with my man. I guess Ricky sensed the tension I had in me so he decided to do the unthinkable. Ricky got up off the bed and pulled me with him. As we stood facing one another he suddenly dropped to one knee and looked up at me staring me in the eyes.
“I don’t think I could make a big step in my life without you making it with me. I know your young and you have other things you want to accomplish in life, but I feel we can accomplish both of our goals together. I guess what I am trying to get at is will you marry me?”
I looked him in the eye and saw that he was dead serious. I had two more years left at Maryland and I wanted to complete them. I didn’t want to transfer schools again. I knew I wouldn’t be comfortable with my husband being in the ATL alone. The Atl was video chick captoil of the world. Eveyone knew those videos hoes were the biggest groupies. A lot of time had passed between Ricky asking me to marry him and me getting lost in my thoughts. I had to give an answer either yes or no, I took a deep breath looked Ricky in his eyes and said “yes”. He got up and swept me off my feet into his big masculine arms. “Hold On Ricky put me down boo we need to talk”. Ricky put me down and led me to the sofa, which was located near the bed. He took my hands in his and gave me his undivided attention.
“There is nothing in this world I would rather do than marry you, but you have to understand that I have dreams and goals of my own that I want to accomplish. Finishing my two remaining years at Maryland being one of them.”
“Baby I want you to finish school and if you want to finish it out at Maryland I got your back no matter what. You can fly in on the weekends when you’re not so busy, and stay with me that whole summer down here in the atl. We don’t have to rush into marriage, we can wait until you finish school.” I kissed Ricky I was relieved that he understood that I didn’t want to just drop my dreams to follow his. The next day Ricky his parents and I went to the Philips arena located in downtown Atlanta, so Ricky could sign his contract and meet the press. When they handed him the jersey with the number 10 tears fell from my eyes. I was so excited for him. I was happy as ever when He asked me to come up to the podium with him. The photographers snapped a few pictures of us together. He introduced me has his fiancée which was news to his parents.
I left from Atl and flew straight to Cali to go visit my folks. Ricky was busy moving his family from Cali into the 300,000 dollar house he purchased for them with part of his signing bonus. He also bought us a 3 bedroom Condo A few blocks from the arena and my engagement ring Which was 4 carets.
when training camp began it was time for me to go back to school. Ricky was upset saying that the thought of me being so far away, was affecting his play. I didn’t return to school. I told my family and myself that I would just go back the next semester; everyone knew that was bullshiit except me. My parents were upset. They would tell me that they didn’t waste all their hard earned money on me going to school so I could become an NBA player wife. They both eventally stopped talking to me. I decided I would go back to school just to get back on their good side. When ever I would attempt to return to school Ricky came up with more bullshiit. I dropped out and stayed by my mans side.
While he was away I had fun shopping, Dining out and being pampered with a few other wives from the team. But after awhile I realized that was all I had going on in my life. My man was on the road, and when he was home he was out with other guys from the team. I didn’t mind because the season was coming to an end, and he was planning on taking me on a 2-week trip to Costa Rica. I knew things would change for us once the season ended. I believed my man genuinely loved me and would never do anything to hurt me until I met Stacy Carter.
The story deals with 3 NBA players’ wives that run an underground chat line they set up to get information about cheating NBA players.
I’m having trouble writing the first chapter. Can you guys be honest and tell me if you were to purchase this book, would you want to finish it in one day just by reading the first chapter.
Try to ignore the grammatical errors, the editor will handle that :lol
“How soon will you need this info?” I asked the caller on the other end of my phone.
“By March 31st, we are planning to get married that day.”
Ok Janelle I will dig around a see what I can find, you can send your payment to me via U.S mail.
That was Janelle Thomas, fiancé of NBA player Marcel Taylor. She decided to goggle her mans name on the Internet and came up with some bullshiit about him fathering 3 kids in his hometown of Detroit Michigan. She called me to get conformation. I’ll get back to her and her situation later; Let me tell y’all a little about me. I along with 2 other NBA wives run a non-profit organization called the first 3 seasons. The organization helps the NBA wives and girlfriends cope with the first couple of years in the NBA. We are supposed to school them on dealing with trades and lack of playing time. We focus on those two issues because it’s a known fact they can result in a frustrated lover, which leads to arguments and petty bickering. We try to explain to the wives and girlfriends that
Those first 3 years in the league are stressful. We tell them that sometimes it is best to just be open ears, sit back and let him vent out all of his frustrations.
We also
School them on how to deal with uprooting their family when their man is traded to a team in another state.
Really All of this is just a front for what our organization is really about. Me and 2 other wives run an underground hotline that we call
“Groupie alert”
Our main focus is giving women the information they need to caught their cheating
Spouse. We never give the hotline number to rookie or sophomore wives. We know for a fact they will try to blow our cover, those first couple of years those trickes be living on cloud nine, you can’t tell them shiit about their man, their only concern is what new shiit saks has coming in. usually around the forth year the trickes finally wake up and realize their men are up to no good. They start thinking
hmmmm, why is my man not home from a road trip that ended 3 days ago? Or why is my husband always going out of town on business trips? He don’t even get playing time what kind of league business is this ignant taking care of? This one is my favorite “why is this trick in the picture with my man?” It’s my job to find out all the dirt I can. I can get all the scoop you want, for a small fee. I guess you guys are saying I know her husband can’t be cheating, if she got access to all this information. That’s a lie. My man is the biggest hoe in the NBA. The f**ked up thing about it is he isn’t even discreet with his shiit. He leaves it all out in the open. We met in high school. Even though he had news camera following him, was pushing a brand new whip and stayed fly in designer shiit, I still wasn’t interested. He had trickes throwing thingy at him like his teammates throw alley hoops. Grown ass women would pop up at the games rooting for his ass. During our senior year he approached me. I could never forget that day. Everyone was hanging in the quad during our lunch break at Castle Mont high school in Oakland California;
I was sitting at a table eating my lunch by myself. Ricky came in took a seat next to me.
“What’s up? Why you sitting over here looking like you just lost your best friend?” asked Ricky
“I’m moved over here by myself because those fools were getting too loud”.
“Yeah I feel you, but now that I have you alone I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the prom with me”?
I was shocked that he asked I wasn’t the type of girl that the school jocks were into. I was more of a tomboy and a bookworm. Plus I wasn’t giving it up, I was a virgin and everyone knew it.
“I thought you were going to the prom with that singer girl Misty?”
“naw my advisors wanted me to go with her, but I’m trying to take you”.
I decided to go to the prom with Ricky since no one else expressed interest in taking me. I ended up losing my virginity that night and we was inseparable from that day on. After we graduated from high school Ricky ended up going to the university of Maryland. I went to Stanford. ever since I was little I dreamed of attending Stanford just like my parents. After my first year I was missing Ricky like crazy so he convinced me to transfer to Maryland. My parents were highly upset with my decision. After I insured them that I knew what I was doing and would continue with my college education, they backed off and let me make my own decision. They continued to take care of me and pay for my education. Everything was going great with Ricky, my family and I, until Ricky decided to enter the NBA draft after his second year of college. Draft day I sat at home with him in our two-bed room apartment surrounded by his friends and family waiting for his name to be called. I was silently praying he wouldn’t get drafted so he could return back to school since he didn’t sign to an agent yet. I realized that I was being selfish so hoped that he would get drafted to the nets, 76ers, wizards or knicks, so he would still be relatively close to me. After hours of waiting, our phone rung. Ricky rushed to answer it. The call was from the Atlanta Hawks. They explained that they were interesting in drafting him as a first string point guard. This was a shock to all of us. None of the other teams Ricky visted ever expressed interest in Ricky possibly being a starter. There was no doubt in my mind he was going to jump on that deal. And he did. Ricky his mother and father and I took a redeye flight from Maryland to Atlanta Georgia so that he could make the deal official. We arrived in Atlanta 9:00 pm, Ricky had a meeting with the team at their facility at 7:00am the next morning. We lounged around our motel room all night because Ricky was having trouble sleeping. He was so excited; me on the other hand wasn’t excited at all. I knew I was going to be faced with the dilemma of dropping out of school or moving to the atl with my man. I guess Ricky sensed the tension I had in me so he decided to do the unthinkable. Ricky got up off the bed and pulled me with him. As we stood facing one another he suddenly dropped to one knee and looked up at me staring me in the eyes.
“I don’t think I could make a big step in my life without you making it with me. I know your young and you have other things you want to accomplish in life, but I feel we can accomplish both of our goals together. I guess what I am trying to get at is will you marry me?”
I looked him in the eye and saw that he was dead serious. I had two more years left at Maryland and I wanted to complete them. I didn’t want to transfer schools again. I knew I wouldn’t be comfortable with my husband being in the ATL alone. The Atl was video chick captoil of the world. Eveyone knew those videos hoes were the biggest groupies. A lot of time had passed between Ricky asking me to marry him and me getting lost in my thoughts. I had to give an answer either yes or no, I took a deep breath looked Ricky in his eyes and said “yes”. He got up and swept me off my feet into his big masculine arms. “Hold On Ricky put me down boo we need to talk”. Ricky put me down and led me to the sofa, which was located near the bed. He took my hands in his and gave me his undivided attention.
“There is nothing in this world I would rather do than marry you, but you have to understand that I have dreams and goals of my own that I want to accomplish. Finishing my two remaining years at Maryland being one of them.”
“Baby I want you to finish school and if you want to finish it out at Maryland I got your back no matter what. You can fly in on the weekends when you’re not so busy, and stay with me that whole summer down here in the atl. We don’t have to rush into marriage, we can wait until you finish school.” I kissed Ricky I was relieved that he understood that I didn’t want to just drop my dreams to follow his. The next day Ricky his parents and I went to the Philips arena located in downtown Atlanta, so Ricky could sign his contract and meet the press. When they handed him the jersey with the number 10 tears fell from my eyes. I was so excited for him. I was happy as ever when He asked me to come up to the podium with him. The photographers snapped a few pictures of us together. He introduced me has his fiancée which was news to his parents.
I left from Atl and flew straight to Cali to go visit my folks. Ricky was busy moving his family from Cali into the 300,000 dollar house he purchased for them with part of his signing bonus. He also bought us a 3 bedroom Condo A few blocks from the arena and my engagement ring Which was 4 carets.
when training camp began it was time for me to go back to school. Ricky was upset saying that the thought of me being so far away, was affecting his play. I didn’t return to school. I told my family and myself that I would just go back the next semester; everyone knew that was bullshiit except me. My parents were upset. They would tell me that they didn’t waste all their hard earned money on me going to school so I could become an NBA player wife. They both eventally stopped talking to me. I decided I would go back to school just to get back on their good side. When ever I would attempt to return to school Ricky came up with more bullshiit. I dropped out and stayed by my mans side.
While he was away I had fun shopping, Dining out and being pampered with a few other wives from the team. But after awhile I realized that was all I had going on in my life. My man was on the road, and when he was home he was out with other guys from the team. I didn’t mind because the season was coming to an end, and he was planning on taking me on a 2-week trip to Costa Rica. I knew things would change for us once the season ended. I believed my man genuinely loved me and would never do anything to hurt me until I met Stacy Carter.
